My visits to her Skeeby drinking den are all somewhat hazy but the vomit was there at least 2 years.That vomit on the stairs was there for years.
I recall her phoning me. Trans had left his shoes so he went to pick them up no doubt expecting to lose his virginity.
she’d binned his shoes, hid upstairs and was howling down the phone to me while keeping Pip quiet.
I really did **** in his socks and he did wear them.
I told him to go and get in that bed, said I’d be up later. The silly **** did as he was told. As he slipped in the shower the next morning I rooted in his bag and wanked in his clean socks.My visits to her Skeeby drinking den are all somewhat hazy but the vomit was there at least 2 years.
Yes, one of the traumas of that trip was you sat on the edge of the sofa bed holding that sock announcing what you'd done. Then turning over to find @mac_uk on the other sofa. I'm sure I swore to never drink so little I'd wake up so easily again.
I'm still surprised T_S went to the bed you'd claimed not mine or hers.
Did you shag her?!!!When I went to pick my new car up from the Mercedes factory Ang came with me. I met her at Manchester airport and we smoked and then went in. We had a couple of pints and then we saw the flight was delayed. I had a linked bank account with free lounge access and decided be cheaper to go in there. Ang saw Morgan’s spiced and free wine and got slurping and guzzling.
when we finally got on our flight the drinks were free and she managed a few more wines and also swiped the leather headrest-cover from business class
At the hotel and a few more drinks in the lounge she was rather staggery. I told her you fall, you stay, I’m not picking you up so she went to her room, wankered by 1700hrs, left me to dine alone and she got more wine delivered to her room by room service.
there’s more to this story.